We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves.

He had gone beyond the world of metaphor and simile into the place of things that are, and it was changing him.

There are a number of paths that lead to this place. I have been avoiding them for some small time, now.

Any way, death is so final, isn't it? "Is it?" asked Richard. "Sometimes," said the marquis de Carabas. And they went down.

This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.

I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need. Slipping and sliding and flickering through the dreams; and the dreamer will wake, and wonder why this dream seemed different, wonder how real their lives can truly be.

I was a reader. I loved reading. Reading things gave me pleasure. I was very good at most subjects in school, not because I had any particular aptitude in them, but because normally on the first day of school they'd hand out schoolbooks, and I'd read them--which would mean that I'd know what was coming up, because I'd read it.